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When an ordinary person attempts to face others, their body typically turns along with the rotation of the neck. However, this young man only moves his body when his neck has turned to the point of immobility, resembling a low-level program-controlled robot from a certain Western film, where another command cannot be executed until the previous one is completed. When the third command is issued, meaning when the young man attempts to walk, his serious expression seems as if the ground is covered with buttons capable of destroying a dozen nations with nuclear weapons. His body reluctantly follows the movement, just like that robot, and when he slightly bends one knee, the corresponding side of his body follows suit. He lifts his foot, very good, straightens it, steps down, very good, now it is time for the next foot... He falls.

The lich rummaged through the organized memories and discovered a relevant folder, realizing that his previous personal grooming habits were inconsistent with his current situation. Generally, he would clean himself in a brightly lit bathroom that induced a desire to vomit, filled with a dazzling array of over ten types of bottles and an even greater number of tools, along with enough hot water to drown a whale. After observing this for about a minute, the lich wisely discarded the folder into the designated recycle bin. Although he could not cast spells at the moment, it did not mean he could tolerate such tedious matters occupying valuable brain space.

The lich now possesses only a single towel, dry, made of cotton, the size of two merged dinner plates; a toothbrush, unused, of unknown material, presumably of standard size; a basin, of normal dimensions, made of impure brass, containing warm clear water with a slight salinity and other impurities, just enough to submerge a towel, with no corrosive or toxic properties that could cause harm to the human body. Of course, this is a peaceful place, he thought, but he still hoped for a testing scroll. Impure brass, containing warm clear water with a slight salinity and other impurities, just enough to submerge a towel, with no corrosive or toxic properties that could cause harm to the human body. Of course, this is a peaceful place, he thought, but he still hoped for a testing scroll.

Lily's mother smiled as she took over the task of serving the food: "You go ahead and eat a little, dear." She winked at her husband, as if she had already seen through his little schemes. "The child won't mind waiting for a while."

Unlike the clumsiness of the morning, he walked steadily and smoothly this time, skillfully navigating various obstacles. He politely greeted the two elderly individuals with a good morning and introduced himself—only his name, along with a brief but heartfelt expression of gratitude. His bright smile made Lily's mother blush. Lily's old father glared at the young man who sat down beside him. He had brushed his teeth, taken a shower, and his hair was still damp, carrying the scent of shampoo. He wore a bright red cotton shirt with dark red stripes and pure black thick cotton leggings. Lily's old father glared at the young man who sat down beside him. He had brushed his teeth, taken a shower, and his hair was still damp, carrying the scent of shampoo. He wore a bright red cotton shirt with dark red stripes and pure black thick cotton leggings.

Oh, that little brat who takes without asking, this was bought for me by my daughter! The old father completely forgot how he had sternly ordered his daughter to return these two pieces of "indecent" and "effeminate" clothing, ... Now he sincerely hopes that this little brat remains the same—no, no, no, he does not want to see that shameless person who doesn't even wrap a towel around himself. ... However, he dislikes even more seeing this little brat wearing the clothes his daughter bought for him, which do not appear indecent or effeminate at all, but instead make him look like a rather handsome young man—oh, omnipotent saint, he now sincerely hopes that this little brat remains the same—no, no, no, he does not want to see that shameless person who doesn't even wrap a towel around himself. ... Yet, he dislikes even more seeing this little brat wearing the clothes his daughter bought for him, which do not appear indecent or effeminate at all, but instead make him look like a rather handsome young man—oh, omnipotent saint, this guy's presence is simply a mistake!

The lich briefly reminisced about his gentle and kind half-lich mentor, who, for reasons unknown, had so many enemies, and then refocused his attention on the towel. Although devoid of magical power, he thought he could attempt to resolve this matter through logical reasoning, akin to a * diagram * book.

After becoming a lich, he hardly had any opportunity to worry about the cleanliness of his skeletal frame. For a lich that would be destroyed repeatedly by dragon fire, holy light, hellfire, ice, chaos, and so on, being reborn was far more convenient than cleaning and repairing.

Lily's elderly father stood at the door, anxiously watching the young man who had collapsed before him. The old man had risen early, but on his way to the bathroom, he noticed that the door to the young man's temporary room was ajar. The young man, who the doctor had insisted just yesterday would absolutely not be able to get out of bed for three days, was standing upright in front of the full-length mirror. This room originally belonged to Lily, and the extravagant large mirror had cost the girl a full one hundred yuan; every bump during its transport had made her scream, the old father reminisced, simultaneously realizing that sending his daughter back was indeed the right decision. This man not only had a handsome face, but the muscles tensed by the old man's sudden appearance made his lean body resemble a leopard startled by a flashlight in the night. Most importantly, the girl's father sneered inwardly, this little rascal didn't even have a towel wrapped around him.

Well? It truly surprises me that there are still people who remember the logic problem involving the towel, toothbrush, and basin

"He still can't get out of bed," Lily's old father said with a wheezy voice, "I'll take food up to him." He certainly did not want his wife to see that little rascal prancing around in the nude.

"You need to behave yourself, kid," he said with a harsh tone. "My daughter, so small, has worked hard to drag you from the beach to this house without letting a scratch mar your pretty little face. Don't you dare ruin it yourself." He scrutinized the young man, who seemed to have suffered some blow, and then left the room. Just when the latter thought he might gain a bit of personal space and time, he returned with a basin of hot water, along with a towel and a toothbrush, instructing him to clean himself up.

He will prioritize the task of further understanding and organizing this vast memory in the schedule, and he begins to study the hot water, towel, and toothbrush in front of him

In an attempt to clear his mind, the lich smoothly scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth. Although his control over taste and smell had not yet been fully mastered, instinctively he managed to display a satisfied smile, which genuinely pleased the female human. The lich was certain that the previous occupant of this body was a so-called Knight.

On the continent of Faerûn, the methods of cleansing the body vary among different races (of course, there are also races that never cleanse themselves). The most commonly used method is water, followed by fire or magma, then swamps, and... blood comes in fourth place... It is likely that very few people know that the abyssal demons quite enjoy bathing and singing in the fresh blood they add to the moat of the lord's castle. At that time, praising their singing and making wishes to them can yield unexpected benefits... It is likely that very few people know that the abyssal demons quite enjoy bathing and singing in the fresh blood they add to the moat of the lord's castle. At that time, praising their singing and making wishes to them can yield unexpected benefits... Um, I digress... ? Before becoming a lich, the method used on him by either himself or his mentor seemed to be negative energy repulsion. ? This is probably the best practice for the fine control of negative energy.

Her husband snorted arrogantly and began to search for the unmelted cheese in the dish, which was made by his wife and tasted better than the most expensive cheese in the store

Thus, when the rescued individual slowly walked into the small dining area connected to the kitchen, the elderly father, who had spent too much time on the cheese, had not yet finished enjoying his wife's heartfelt breakfast and the books.

A bowl of food, fragrant with the sweet aroma of milk and grains, was placed before the lich. He smiled naturally and effortlessly picked up the spoon with his right hand. The tragic circumstances of the morning were entirely the result of the lich's own cleverness; he always thought to "command" this body to perform actions through magic, yet he failed to realize that these actions, repeated hundreds of thousands, even millions or tens of millions of times, had perhaps long ago become instinctive responses of this body. In other words, the lich did not need to command his eyes to look forward, to lift his knees, to step forward, or to swing his arms. Just like the uninterrupted rhythm of breathing and heartbeat, as long as there were no unnecessary foolish commands, they could continue to function well.

The elderly male human, with a harsh and piercing gaze, remained fixated on the lich's attire, suspecting that there was something amiss with it, perhaps it was exceedingly expensive. I will compensate them, the lich thought, calmly continuing his breakfast. In the room's wardrobe hung several black robes that tempted him even more, but unfortunately, in those fragmented memories, robes were regarded as exclusively feminine in this realm, except for a few special races and professions. As a male human, daring to publicly wear garments belonging to female humans would likely produce an effect not unlike that of a lich carrying a fear aura (effective damage radius of 300 meters). Although this was not fundamentally different from his own nature, the lich thought it best to avoid drawing too much attention for the time being. Moreover, in Faerûn, public nudity in certain cities could result in severe penalties. Ultimately, he finally found the only "male" clothing and trousers in a hidden drawer, hoping that this human male would understand the fateful lack of choice.

Only hetushu.com. The actions that follow it are rather strange

Indeed, the Lich successfully completed a series of actions including brushing his teeth, washing his face, bathing (both body and hair), shaving, and combing his hair... Although he did not receive a descending augmentation scroll.

I think that child may not just have a slight issue with their mind

Where is that handsome boy? As soon as she entered, she looked around as if she could see through the wooden boards directly into the bedroom

He discovered a small bathroom that was almost devoid of any decoration yet fully functional

or there are also augmentation scrolls

The old man remained silent, gazing at the chair that had always stood there, quite conspicuous.

Lily's mother arrived at the seaside cottage just as the sun was rising, bringing with her a large pot of milk rice and a basket of omelets

The young man quietly collapsed to the ground, the impact just now causing his already fatigued muscles to protest to the utmost. This sensation is somewhat akin to being slowly eroded and scorched by an invisible dragon's flame, penetrating deep into the bones... It is very painful, yet it aids the outsider's reflection—this is not a high-magic plane, nor is there a reliable magic network for you to utilize. Your own magical power is already scant and cannot be replenished. Poor lich, you must quickly forget the accident that has persisted for two hundred years, along with the spells of evasion and levitation. But it aids the outsider's reflection—this is not a high-magic plane, nor is there a reliable magic network for you to utilize. Your own magical power is already scant and cannot be replenished. Poor lich, you must quickly forget the accident that has persisted for two hundred years, along with the spells of evasion and levitation.

A pair of rough and burning hands lifted the lich from the ground, and the elderly human dragged him back to the bed, covering him with a blanket

He decided to eat all the cheese

The cleaning methods of the Ferun continent seem no longer applicable, so we should eliminate those cumbersome, extravagant, and possibly unnecessary actions. The cleaning behaviors prior to "self" can still be summarized into five relatively simple and practical steps: brushing teeth, washing face, bathing (body and hair), shaving, and combing hair